What a lovely Saturday morning, got up as early as 8am. Feeling hungry, I made a cup of coffee and munched on some biscuits. Feeling a little tedious, I’ve gotten myself hooked on a game (what else if it’s not Warcraft?) for almost 2 hours. I lost to the other player in a game of ‘tower defense’ due to an unplanned constructions of towers. It was for me to procrastinate, or rather wasting my precious time when I needed to study for exams. But heck, who cares? I do! Haha! A game or two won’t fail me in exams. lol.

So, back to the story. I’ve got a call from Tony whom asked us (myself and you-know-who) for a lunch since he’s in PJ. We agreed and went for a food-munching galore at Paramount Garden. Three of us had the not-too-flavourless claypot rice. (I still prefer the one in Ming Tien Foodcourt, Taman Megah.) We talked a lot about the coming exams, the most impactful subject (none of than Critical Thinking, applauds!) and needless to say, we surely chatted about the amazing aquatic creatures, one of them was Arowana. Nothing else but fishes and also reptiles like turtles and tortoises. As usual, Mr. Lam, our fishmonger, oops, no, it’s fisherman, uhh, no, it’s a fish expert, will talk about. Hehe.

After a while we took a stroll in the fish shop nearby, I think it’s one of the place he used to be visiting for god knows how long. Anyway, saw some fishes, tortoises and turtles too. He said he’s like our tour guide, explaining to us from ways to take care of a fish to their unique scientific names. Haha. He’s very indulged in things like this, an interesting hobby, I would say. I’m pretty much enlightened of the facts he told me. I hope they’re true because I won’t be doing any research to prove that he’s wrong. Haha.

Anyway, cut the crap. He sent us home after that. Here’s the so-called climax though. The old hag suddenly exploded with some stinking comments. I’ll translate what she’d said:

Turn off every single switch whenever you leave the house. This is the second time I’m telling you this. If there’s any third time, I’m going to cut off RM10 for each person from the deposit money. I’m not letting the two of you to burn down this 40-year-old house. Have you ever think of the others in the house? What will happen if the house is on fire?

Well, I didn’t actually stand there to listen to her, I was walking towards upstairs and just nodded all the way. I didn’t mean to be rude. But, I couldn’t take it no more, I just don’t want to listen to her babbling away. She and her conservative way of thinking. Just because I’m going out with a car this time, therefore she thinks that I’ll leave the house for a super duper long time.

What’s wrong with it? Don’t you think I’m so stupid to leave the switches on and get scoldings from you? Will the electricity go haywire only when times I left the switches on? Don’t you think a short circuit won’t happen when you’re sleeping? If so, you would’ve been a burned corpse way before I started staying here. She has always been using the “I-ate-more-salt-than-you-ate-rice” theory just because she is a somewhat experienced person. (Yea, a thoughtless old hag, that is.)

I’ve been through this once, months ago. She checked my room every single time I leave. I can just tell her not to check since it’s my privacy and I paid for the room. That argument somehow flawed in a sense that she’s still the landlady who lives under the same roof. She has the rights and wants everyone to be safe but she has put it in a wrong way. Fine with that. In fact, she didn’t mention it anymore after that, maybe she thinks that I’m obeying her rules.

Now that I’ve got a room mate, she’s beginning to be strict again. Stricter, I guess. She caught us for not turning off the electricity and also the fan on the previous night. We usually will leave our desktop and laptop on while we grab our lunch or dinner which won’t take a long time. I didn’t realize that the fan was actually on because I went down before my room mate and she didn’t turn the fan off. The old hag, started to bitch out her words, I can only listen and walked towards the staircase, reaching to my room.

Well, I’m going slightly off track now. Let’s get to the bottom line. I just want to live in a peaceful way. Not wanting to be complained by an unknown old hag who I hate so much. I think I want to get another place to rent. Same area, I hope, but with a different environment. No fucking old hags, no curfew, nothing. Should or shouldn’t I move out? That’s the question of the day.

Arghh. Typed too much! Grr.

I WANT TO PLAY FOOSBALL! I WANT! I WANT!